Almost two years after outwitting her blackmailer and father's murderer and discovering her father's gold vein, Rose Wood returns to the Cariboo region of BC to reunite with her fiance and prepare for her wedding.
However, missing persons and evil practices upend her happy return. Can she and Dave, her fiancé, work together after so much time apart to catch a serial killer? "Sounds interesting!"
Glorious land! Goodbye to stomaching rat-eaten cheese, vomiting the contents of supper because her body had succumbed to food poisoning, tasting wine only to spit it out because vinegar had somehow taken its place in the bottle! Rose thanked the Lord the ship’...
Rose peeked over Dave’s shoulder and found Agnes looking coolly at their reunion. Clearly, she and Dave had no official understanding. Else, he wouldn’t have left her in the dust to kiss Rose, old flame or not. He wasn’t the kind of man to be so in...
“What do you mean? How many people have gone missing? This morning?” Rose asked.
Joe shook his head. “Over the last few months, there’s been a few instances of men, even a couple of women, who’ve gone missing. Even then, we don&rs...
Though Jack had prepared a delicious light lunch, she pushed her food around, nibbling here and there. Dave didn’t fare much better. He swallowed his bites as if they were spoonfuls of sawdust. She gave Jack a look of apology.
Even though she believed Da...
“Just came in,” Holding a piece of paper, Joe rounded the corner and gave the message to Dave. “He can’t come out this way. Busy with a case up in Quesnel. Asking if you and Rose can meet him there.”
Dave turned to Rose, “We...
Rose was hard pressed to find a good measure of sleep as she mulled over the details of Laura’s disappearance. Tossing this way and that, her body mirrored the struggle of her mind attempting to catch the answer zigzagging from her grasp.
As the fi...
Dave exited the room so Rose could change into her disguise. Once she donned her disguise, she opened the door and let him in as they discussed what story they would fabricate so as not to draw suspicion of any kind.
Rose hummed, “I can dress the part, p...
Twigs snap underfoot of not one, but two witnesses. The sun cannot reach nor illumine the macabre dealings being executed under the tainted woods’ canopy. Rich, dark blood drips down the rusted teeth of a saw held by soiled hands. Cold, lifeless eyes do not re...
Rose’s throat was parched, and her tongue was dry as sandpaper. She licked her lips, but there was barely a drop of an oasis pool inside the desert of her mouth. Instead, she produced a sticky coating she could barely tolerate. She attempted to elevate her upp...
As soon as Rose entered the hotel room, she gently laid her hand upon Dave’s. His long lashes fluttered in response, and he cracked a small smile as he woke from his slumber. She only had enough energy to smile in return as a few tears streamed from her eyes. ...